Preparations

Tomorrow we will pile into my mother's Altima and drive 16 1/2 hours to the windy city. Interestingly enough, Chicago doesn't get it's nickname because of the weather. They call it the windy city because so many politicians blew through spitting out a lot of misleading promises.

16 1/2 hours is a long time to be jammed into a car with your family, even for a foursome as close as mine. We have taken the necessary precautions- books on tape, a cooler with healthy snacks, fully functioning air conditioning. But still, I have to wonder, will we get to Chicago in one piece?

Once we get there I have so much that I hope to see. There are countless museums, and of course shopping, plus I do admit that I eagerly await shopping on Michigan Ave. We will probably do lunch atop the 97th floor of the John Hancock tower, overlooking the city. I also pray that we will catch a matinee of some of the most noteworthy theater in the country.

Chicago opens a door. New knowledge and excitement, and I am bursting at the seems to access it, and I will, once I survive 16 1/2 hours of family togetherness.

Numb Legs

Lately I've been too tired, or too busy to post anything... today's no different.

Hold on Tight

The wind can carry away that orange hat, borrowed to capture this moment. My mouth pulled open with laughter, dimples dancing on rosy cheeks.

I want to be carried away so easily. When do I get to be swept off my feet, blissfully floating in the breeze that is love. I ache with a longing to be held tight. Having finally dismissed that heartbroken pit that resided in my stomach, I now crave the flutter of excitement which new love brings.

Stop.

I was so distracted, mind blank. Heart pounding-- a white noise that filled my ears and soul. You shouldn't float above us when you've left a mess below. Not fair.